Inner Farne

Saint Cuthbert lived in complete isolation for two periods of his life, first as a trial on St Cuthbert's Isle close to Lindisfarne before moving to a bigger island, Inner Farne. He spent his time in solitude trying to grow vegetables, building a circular cell with walls so tall he could only view the sky and he spent time taming the eider ducks who nested there. And writing.

But mostly he loved the ducks.

He didn’t always hide away; he oscillated between a life in the public eye and a life in the private sphere. And he was open to visitors if they were prepared to wait for the tide to change. 

I haven’t felt super comfortable sharing my poems publicly before but here I am. In a safe, quiet, cosy part of the internet. An Inner Farne. 

I wanted a safe, quiet, cosy place so I stop second guessing myself

     all

        the

          damn

            time.

Anyway, you stopped by. Thanks for being someone who was prepared to wait for the tide to change....